Your lips are still warm,
your hands were in her hair,
do any of them feel like me?
did they hold you like I once did?,
do her thighs drive you crazy?,
her hair gets tangled in your ring?,
do you kiss her neck wishing it was mine?,
you undress her body thinking of my skin.
her tongue seeks yours with the same urgency?
Do her perfume makes you close your eyes?,
she moans in your ear as I used to do?
the twists and turns of life will take me right between your legs,
and your hands will rest on my breasts,
like two burning butterflies on flowers.